The inhabitants of the Cape generally do not complain of their "soil," but will tell you that it is good enough for them to dry their fish on.

Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows.

Since all things are good, men fail at last to distinguish which is the bane and which the antidote.

Every man looks at his wood-pile with a kind of affection.

The fibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings of an instrument.

Even in our democratic New England towns the accidental possession of wealth, and its manifestation in dress and equipage alone, obtain for the possessor almost universal respect.

What avail all your scholarly accomplishments and learning, compared with wisdom and manhood? To omit his other behavior, see whata work this comparatively unread and unlettered man wrote within six weeks. Where is our professor of belles-lettres, or of logic and rhetoric, who can write so well?